They Weren't Dead, Short Stories

By William Swafford

Collection of short stories about people who were thought to be dead. Each story will put you on the edge of your seat wondering what is happening. Try to figure out if they were dead or just barely hanging on.

• Language: English
• Publisher: William Swafford
• Release date: Dec 27, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463579565

William Swafford

William Swafford writes novels and poetry. Is from Eaton, Ohio.

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They Were Dead

Short Stories

By

William Swafford

Published by William Swafford at Smashwords

Copyright 2019 William Swafford

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All Characters are above age and are fictional. For Entertainment purposes only.

Table of Contents

Was She Dead?

She Got Back Up

Never Made it Home

He Isn’t Dead

My Ghost

About Author

Was She Dead?

Brad was stumbling home with his two friends, Mike and James. Brad had known James since high school. He only knew Mike through James. They had just left the bar. They had spent a few hours and most of their money there.

We should have drove, James said. He was average height. His black hair was in a mullet cut. He was dressed in all black clothes. Walking sucks. We would have been at your house by now.

What? Brad asked. He laughed. You don’t like walking?

Mike almost fell over when he started laughing. He was the tallest of the three and was overweight. He was slow minded and quiet. He had on a flannel shirt and blue jeans. He was the type that went along with whatever anyone else says or does.

They were heading to Brad’s house. They were going to smoke a joint and then Brad and James were going to go home. Brad was ready for them to go home. They all had too much to drink and they were starting to get on his nerves.

I live too close to drive, Brad said.

Brad was the youngest of the three at the age of twenty-three. He was skinny but in shape. He kept his brown hair shaved down. He had on a red shirt and black jeans.

Why take the chance of getting a D.U.I? Brad asked.

So, James started. A public intoxication is better?

Who’s drunk? Mike laughed. I’m walking a straight line.

Whatever, James said. You can’t even walk a straight line when you’re sober.

They laughed as they continued down the street. Brad noticed the time when they turned off the main street and past the bank that sat on the corner. It was just after midnight and there were only few other people out.

Did you get that lady’s number that you were talking to? James asked.

Yeah, Brad said.

They a had talked to a few ladies when at the bar. He talked to a lady name Heather. She was a short brunette. Her tight black pants had got Brad’s attention. They exchanged numbers before the three left the bar.

You should have had her come back with us, James said.

Her friends wouldn’t let it happen, Brad said.

James and Mike would have embarrassed him if she did come with them. They were trying to hit on every woman at the bar. Alcohol made them forget how to talk to ladies.

After ten minutes of walking they got to the lane that lead to Brad’s house. There was only a run-down factory and two houses that sat on the lane. One of the houses was Brad’s. There was usually almost no traffic at night. There were two street lights that barely lit up the lane.

Brad and James fumbled around to light up their cigarettes. Mike didn’t smoke and wasn’t a fan of the smell of their smoke. He walked a few feet ahead of the other two.

Who’s that? Mike asked.

Brad was putting his lighter back into his pocket when he looked up. There was a woman walking towards them. He tried to see if he could recognize her. She wasn’t someone who regularly walked down the lane.

I have no idea, Brad said.

As the lady got closer, they noticed that she had long blond hair and had on a blue dress. She appeared to be under the influence of something. She wasn’t walking straight.

What’s up? James asked.

The lady stopped walking. Brad couldn’t believe that James even spoke to her. It had to be the alcohol talking.

What? She asked.

James looked at the other two and then back at her. I just asked what’s up.

She ran her fingers through her hair. Her hair appeared to need washed. She looked off into the distance like they weren’t there. Then she looked at them again.

Do you have a cigarette? She asked.

Sure, James said.

Brad laughed at how high the lady seemed to be. He was tired and ready to get home. He wasn’t going to give her a cigarette. James got out a cigarette and gave it to her.

I’ll meet you back at my house, Brad said.

Alright, James said. He was lighting the lady’s cigarette. Be there in a minute.

Brad started walking towards his house. Mike stayed with James and the lady. Brad could imagine the two of them trying to get with the lady. He was in no mood to try to get with anyone who was apparently high out of her mind.

Brad got to his house and went inside. He turned on the lights in the living room. He started picking up some trash that was laying around. There were beer bottles that were left sitting everywhere from where they were drinking before they went to the bar.

This place is a mess, he said.

He rented the house off of his uncle who lived next door. His uncle and his partner were still up. He had noticed their living room light was still on when he walked by.

His house wasn’t in the best of shape.